Sit, Play, Listen
The soft sounds of some sort of a mix with New-Age and Jazz soothes you so.
Like a hot bath for your ears, you sink to the sounds,
the harmony of the sax, playing as one with the keyboard,
Melts your thoughts away.
Making you float, like a bubble,
Isolated from your surroundings,
In a warm quiet shell.
The album ends,
the sudden silence feels like a loud alarm clock,
waking you out of the perfect state of calmness.
Last time I forget to press the “Auto-Repeat” on my Mp3 Player
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